Poet Stories

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said it wasn't love. Just lust. Just skin. Just sin. But the way he looked at her told another story, one written in bruises, bitten lips, and poems he'd never let her read. Nathan was supposed to die. scarred lungs, fractured soul, and a life stitched together by betrayal. But death didn't want him. So now he's cursed with time...and her. Aylin was never meant to see him again. Not after that night, 30,000 feet in the air. Not after he tasted her, claimed her, and disappeared. But fate is cruel. And Nathan? Even crueler. Now they meet in the dark. No labels. No promises. Just heat. They're not in love. They don't do love. They do bruises and breathless nights, sharp tongues and softer lies. They do madness. She secretly wants to fix him. He openly wants to break her. And neither of them can stop. This isn't a love story. This is a slow, exquisite destruction. And neither of them will survive it whole.

•°•~☆~•°•𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖔, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑•°•~☆~•°• ●~~𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔~~● "You can't keep me forever." ~Her "Watch me." ~Him

From a young age, I have always held myself in higher regard than my family did. I believed that I could work anything out. All my classmates were in awe of me. I naturally exerted power over them, and they elected me as class representative time and time again. At home, a baseball bat reminded me to obey my mum every time I tried to prove her wrong. Why was it so hard to see that one plus one equals two? Being beaten and isolated in a sardine can for long periods of time led me to the world of words in the thesaurus to help me cope with my difficult life. However, I no longer recognise the person I have become....... Author's Note 📝 All of my writing and photography is original. You must obtain permission to download, share, or use them for any purpose. ♡♡♡♡♡ 심금

just some random poetry snippets i think of at 2am

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten. For Bloom and Apollo Luvient

A poetry collection of flowers, especially Hydrangea. Blue hydrangeas often symbolize apology, regret, and forgiveness. Pink means love, romance, and heartfelt emotions. White stands for purity, grace, sincerity, and abundance. Purple implies royalty, wealth, pride, and dignity. Green means renewal, rebirth, prosperity, good luck, and health. Red signifies passion, deep love, romance, and respect. Culturally, in Japan hydrangeas are linked to apology and gratitude, reflecting heartfelt sincerity, whereas in Victorian Europe they could also carry a negative hint of boastfulness or vanity when given as a gift. Together, these colors weave a spectrum of emotions from sorrowful apology to passionate love.

poetry :))))) ( but I suck mb g)

Here to share my thoughts through poetry and the photographs I have taken and posted on Instagram under #Oliediaries ✨️🦋💜

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

My fourth collection of self-written poems. Exploring the deep and dark abyss of my mind ☆☆☆ Started: 10 July 2025 Concluded: ★★★ # 1st darkpoetry: 21/04/2026

poetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with words--you'll find my own ink here. and i hope you find a harlequin garden in my poetry. sweet lavender. daybreak lilies. sun-kissed dahlias. a poem for every emotion ripping at your soul, begging to be unleashed on paper. this collection has several themes and ideas--find something you like. let's get lost in the tall fields of dawn's first breath and dandelion song, tucking flowers in the forests of our hair. let's get lost in the words and not in the world. for a moment, let your tarnished heart out of its cage, and hold it to your sleeve. wear it proudly as you read. just for a moment. to feel something and let it be shown. there is nothing shameful in having a heart that has dented-in chambers and rust. it has seen the salt cries of the ocean, the metronome kisses of summer rain, the moonlight tears that have dried into scars on cheeks. it's been corroded by the waters, tarnished. it is not afraid. well that was some pretentious shit. i hope you enjoy this collection. love ya <3 more of my works: "poems for you. always for you." is one of my older poetry collections that is slightly cringe but feel free to check it out. "let me shape you into words" is where you can make a poem request, and i'll write something up! this lovely cover was created by: @lifebytheseashore (go follow her!! she makes awesome covers, writes stunning poetry, and more) #1 in "originalpoetry" Aug. 2, 2021 #1 in "teenpoetry" Aug. 19, 2021 #1 in "poetess" Aug. 22, 2021 #1 in "mypoetry" Aug. 22, 2021

Hello my lovelies , So this is my first ever story so it might have some flaws but everything written is straight out of my soul and it might not have be one of the famous tropes but i wrote it as something i feel deep from the corr of my heart the story is a beautiful mix of dreams , past life lovers and reincarnation trope! ✨

hiii, this is a collection of poems i decided to publish, (yes they are ass bc im not fcking edgar allan poe god) um i wrote these a million years ago so like.. if its corny don't judge dedicated to avery (ily twinrizzler) and sophia (enough w the yaoi 🥹)

A poetry book with themes of loss, love and trial

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

"𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆."

Rats take over toings

කියාගන්න බැරි සිතෙහි සිර වූ හැඟීම් ගොන්නක් වචන කිරීමට..... එක් වන්න " නිසඳැස් " සමඟ 🫀💔